New Year’s didn’t mean a list of resolutions for me, but it undoubtedly forced me to reflect on the previous year and look toward the new. What worked and what didn’t? What changed my life for the worse and what made it better? What do I want most out of the new year? One thing came to mind, ringing louder and truer than anything I could ponder on: balance. I desperately sought to find a better balance in my life. Now we’re halfway through, and I find balance in chunks – a week focused on work, a week on fitness, a week on writing, scarcely finding a happy medium in the day to day. The previous year taught me a lot, and challenged me in ways I’d never been challenged before. While my social life seemed to thrive and I had many wonderful adventures, my creative projects suffered. Reflecting on the last twelve months, I feel like I made zero progress on any of my projects, and I read a total of two full books – my worst record yet. I made many, wonderful memories, but didn’t a...